Nope, but I knew a girl who used to ride her horse to school frequently. I once rode my snowmobile to school. That was kind of fun.

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Originally posted by P-220:The parking lost was filled with VW's, Vega's, Pinto's, couple of Mustangs, Firebirds, Camaros.

Take out the Mustangs, Firebirds, and Camaros, and that was my high school. The lot was filled with nothing but a bunch of old beaters held together with tie-wire and duct tape. Nowadays the high school lots are filled with brand new cars.

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"How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy." Winston Churchill

Once while hotdogging around on the forklift on an overcast day at the lumber yard I thought I'd drive it through a big big puddle out in the yard. And got stuck. George jumped off and went towards the shed, forgetting he was even on the 'lift. So I was on my own.

Across the street was a big shed where a fella stored his tractors. I forget why, but he had them all in there. And I found him in back and told him what happened. Keep in mind, I'm a young sh•thead, doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. But this fella, he told me not to worry.

So I stand outside his shed and he pulls out a tractor to yank the forklift out of the mud. And he parks it. Then goes back inside and pulls out another ... and another ... each one bigger than the last. Finally, on the sixth tractor, and this thing is GIANT, the back wheels way bigger than me, he drives it across the street, we hook a chain to the back, and he pulls the forklift out with his big tractor like it didn't weigh anything.

Wow, that was a big tractor. I think he maintained them for area farmers, or maybe they were his, kept them indoors over the winter and did PMs on them.